PC 459

Hey yo, Quantich run a man's up Hey yo, Ran, turn that up (turn that up, turn that up, turn that up) Keep going straight At the end of the block make a left 'Ight, 'Ight Turn your lights off it's that house right there Park up we gon' knock three times If no one there, we bouncing in Alright you ready? Pass me my mask Put yo gloves on fool C'mon, c'mon Ready one, two, three Started knocking niggas doors I got tired of being bummy, we was broke We was struggling for money I wanted it so bad, pick the house and hadda study We was fiening for a lick, if it's my daughter now I'm a junky Hadda drag it out the mud My nigga we wasn't lucky On my side it get cold everyday it get ugly It was stormy every day praying why it ain't sunny It was time to make a change bro this shit wasn't funny I couldn't sleep good at night I was way too hungry Next morning I woke up, bro I needed some money So it went like this we really knock three times I was pumping real fast I ain't even gon' lie Hit the door came down with a couple of tries Now we up in the house Pray to God that I passed The homie looking for some jewelry I'm looking for cash And if you do find a safe then that shit getting smashed Check the closet nigga Boom, right there, take the whole jewelry box Check the pockets nigga, they be leaving shit in there too Aye, help me lift this bed up Fuck, there ain't shit in this damn house Alright, c'mon next room Aye, where the attic at? They have shit in there too? This the shit we had to do just so we can maintain I feel in love with 211 when I took my first chain I hadda rob and pop niggas just to earn us a name We was tired of being broke, every day in the rain I look my brothers in the eye I could only see pain Hit the field, take a chance Anything for a plate Always been a real nigga if I eat then you wait I told my niggas "Just hold on, I swear we gon' be straight" But for when I stuck flockin' soon it's time to suit up You poppin' like you outside, but you really just booed up We screaming fuck a nine to five, give it up or get hit I ain't tryna punch a clock, I rather go hit a lick Everything I ever own, I got that shit with a stick Since a youngin', I always knew one day I'll be rich If I ain't trapping or scamming, then I'm taking a risk 'Cause we hate it feeling stuck and everyone getting chip I hate the struggle but I love it 'cause it made me the coldest Ripped clothes, no food, I was feeling so hopeless Tough times really made me I was alone at my lowest If you were stuck in my position, bro' for sure would've folded I was sleeping on the floor with the mices and roaches I been thuggin' on the block, my niggas told me stay focus But I'm caught up in these streets, forever keeping it loaded Taught to keep a hammer close and never fear my opponent Now a nigga next up in case your dumbass ain't notice I was really down bad but it was just for a moment When every battle that I fought Now I know that I'm chosen Opp niggas want war, but I know that they joking I ain't a rapper when it's time my niggas know that I'm blowin' Stop posting guns like you popping we all know you ain't blowing Sucka side turn down when it's time y'all choking Yeah, when it's time y'all chokin' Alright, put everything in the bag, nigga Let's get up outta, here we wasting too much time C'mon It's this way Wait, what the fuck? Hold on, shh You hear that? Nah, what the fuck Oh shit, 12 Aye, let's get out the back Through the back, through the back C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Jump this wall, jump this wall right here Run, run, run, run, run, run Keep running, keep running, c'mon This way, this way, this way